Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)

by Alexandria Bellefleur

How much Margot’s words affected her. Olivia’s face was probably a neon-pink sign practically screaming look what you do to me. There was nothing casual about this feeling.

This. This is all I wish for. To feel, to be heard, effected and totally enamored by another person. Connection to something. Someone.

The fact that Olivia cared about Margot’s friends, about the people she cared about, the people she’d do anything for . . . that pushed buttons Margot didn’t even know she had.

Olivia’s selflessness, her endless capacity to care, made her so fucking special.

“I think you’re pretty damn important, Margot.”

A cute pea. A cute pea Olivia very much wanted to kiss, but couldn’t because they were in public and this was casual.

“I’ve always wanted you. I have feelings for you, okay? I care about you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. No one gets me the way you get me. I’ve never felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch someone. You make me feel that way.”

“Are you calling me a nice thing?”

“You care about me and you care about Olivia, and I’d never ask you who you care about more because you care about us differently and I believe love is one of those things that doesn’t run out.”

“I’m pretty sure a part of me has been waiting for you for eleven years. Just like I’m pretty sure, no matter what happens, I’m always going to be at least little bit in love with you, Liv.